Chapter 2014 The Taste of a Funeral

"Ding... ding... ding... ding..."

Ron was holding a pair of small hammer and chisel, and was facing a piece of rock with his hands. Every time he knocked, a piece of stone would be gently knocked off.

To be honest, in order to help Hermione make a large number of rune stone flakes, he insisted on practicing a good stonemason's craft. But no matter what, he never imagined that his inexplicable craftsmanship would be used to make tombstones for Percy in the end.

But at this time, what he can do for Percy may be limited to this little thing!

And just beside Ron, a deep rectangular pit had already been dug, and Percy had been placed in a crimson coffin on the other side of the pit.

The deceased was the elder, and everyone, including Mr. Blois, stood solemnly in front of the grave, silently waiting for Ron to finish the tombstone himself.

At this moment, no one is impatient.

"Percy... If there is really a pure white space in this world that gathers the spiritual sources of all creatures as Delphi said, then you must remember that Professor Dumbledore may be there. Go Don’t be flustered or confused over there, just follow the professor! He will definitely lead you to the most correct direction—”

Perhaps it was a feeling for a while, and Hermione suddenly recalled the memory that she was almost killed by the hands of the living corpse. She vaguely remembered that it seemed that Dumbledore had suddenly appeared and saved her once in a while.

After being awakened by what Delphi said earlier, her memory seemed to become clearer and more vivid, and she even seemed to recall more pictures.

She vaguely remembered that Dumbledore seemed to appear in a blinding white light. When there were many people, neither human nor soul nor ghost, but with infinite power in his hand, he turned all the living corpses in the vicinity back into normal corpses in the blink of an eye.

Yes, maybe... what Delphi said is true! There is really another space, another world in this world, a world that she still can't really understand. The other end of the spiritual will of all creatures is integrated there without distinction, reflecting the earth when they are born, and returning to nothingness after death.

Of course, there are occasionally one or two misfits, such as Tom Riddle... or Dumbledore and the witch Kern.

However, due to limited knowledge, Hermione obviously couldn't think so deeply. At this moment, she only had a vague feeling, as if she understood something, but in fact she didn't think of anything.

Ok! At least with Hermione's intelligence,

Finally realized something.

"Yeah!" Although Harry didn't understand anything, he still followed suit, "Professor Dumbledore is 'over there'! And where he is, it must be heaven... Well, I mean, if this There really is a word 'Heaven' in the world!"

"Ding!"

Suddenly, Ron slammed down the hammer again, gouging away the last bit of bulge on the edge of the tombstone, and he put down the hammer.

"All right."

Before he finished speaking, he saw him waving his wand, using a floating spell to make the tombstone float, and then gradually sank the small half into the soil behind the grave.

It can be seen that his hand holding the wand was trembling slightly, probably because he had put too much effort into chiseling the tombstone and engraving the words just now. But even so, his floating spell was still steady, and the tombstone also landed on its proper position impartially.

Let's not compare with others, at least his level of spell casting is already real, which shows how much energy he usually spends on practicing hard.

"Ginny, go and have a look again, and then... let Perthian rest in peace!" Hermione said softly when she saw this.

"Ok."

After a moment of silence, Ginny, who had been silent all this time, finally nodded. Then I saw her walking slowly to the coffin, looking at Percy's pale face under the half-opened coffin lid... I don't know when, but her eyes were filled with crystal clear tears.

"Percy...you must have seen it too...we've got our home back! Soon...really soon...Mum and Dad will be back soon, and Bill, Charlie, Fer Red, George .

"Yes, live together forever!" Harry also stood behind Ginny, looked at Percy's face with slightly closed eyes, and said, "Ginny and I have already agreed that even if we get married in the future, we will still be married." Will make a home around here—anyway, you know, I don't have a home."

After saying a few words like this, Ginny, who was holding on all the time, finally couldn't help sobbing and crying. The tears quickly wet the skirt of her clothes and fell on the withered grass leaves at her feet.

"Is this... life and death? It seems to be different from Phillips' funeral."

Sarah stared ahead silently, then suddenly raised her hand and touched her chest lightly. She seemed to feel an unknown tingling deep in her heart.

This may be another feeling that she has never been exposed to.

But not far from her, Delphi, who was standing there leaning on her staff, just watched all this calmly, as if she had already become accustomed to many things.

"Bury it!"

The next moment, Ginny pursed her lips suddenly, and said so.

"it is good."

Harry nodded, turned to look at Ron again, and then they closed the coffin lid and lifted the thick rope under the coffin, and lowered Percy's coffin to the bottom of the pit with their own hands.

And at this moment, Ron, who had just pulled out the rope, suddenly turned around, looked behind the crowd and said:

"Mr. Blois, you are the oldest person here and our elder... May I ask you to say a few eulogies for Percy before covering the soil?"

Hearing these words, Sarah on the side couldn't help but secretly raised her brows, and Bulova couldn't help being surprised for a while.

Ron's proposal was beyond everyone's expectations, especially one of the parties involved.

"Me? Is it suitable?" After all, Blois was still the calm Blois. After a short pause, he asked with some doubts.

"Of course," Ron nodded immediately, "You are a senior that Maca trusts very much, and since the outbreak of this disaster, you have helped us a lot without asking for anything in return. This kindness is worthy of all of us Respect... I believe that Percy thinks so at all!"

Having said that, he couldn't help but look down at the grave, and then stretched out his hand to invite:

"Mr. Blois, there is no need to refuse, please!"

It can be said that Ron's words did show a kind of maturity that he had never seen before, and it was impossible for him to say it before.

However, I don't know what kind of feeling Bulova is feeling at the moment?